Hunter Burn Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry I lost control. But I’m not sorry I want you. I’m not sorry I’ll burn everything down to keep you safe.” I reached out slow, carefuly brushed my thumb over the marks on her throat. She didn’t flinch. She leaned into the touch, and in that single movement, the fire inside me shifted. It was not rage or possession but something deeper. Something I wasn’t ready to name, But something I would kill to protect.

“Move or I’m gonna throw you to the fuckin’ floor, woman!” Why are you saying this to me? This rejection encompassed all; the Beast swallowed all memories of the dead child. Steve watched the driver’s expression shift from happiness to sorrow and back again, its unpredictability as dangerous and fickle as a bushfire. Years before as a volunteer for the State Emergency Service, Steve witnessed a winter backburn get out of control and turn against the wind to chew through three houses. Those flames frightened him then; the flame in driver frightened him now. She seared him deep. She seared them all.

Didn't even blinked twice when we reached there watching the house in flames. "Nic," Shawn's voice interrupted my thoughts. following his voice I turned around to see him. "The girls are settled." He informed me and I nodded to him as he disappeared out of my room. When their house got destroyed there was no fucking way they could have stayed in that house, specially, when Shawn told me that the house didn't catch fire out of no where. It was burnt by someone on purpose. He hacked the cameras near their house and found out a person whose head was covered with the cap of his hoodie put their house on fire. So, we brought them here in the penthouse. There are enough empty rooms in the penthous

It was now or never and the only way to find out. "I love you too," I closed my eyes and waited for the burn searing in my tattoo. There, a slight burn, quite faint but it ended all too quickly, seared on my left chest. Was that a bad sign or a good sign? I casted my eyes downward to my left chest, to where my tattoo was. I checked surreptitiously to see if it glowed and thankfully, my button up shirt was three buttons undone so my chest was still visible. I frowned when it flickered weakly, like a busted light bulb. Was that supposed to happen? Was that supposed to glow like that? Did the curse break that confession?

Thorne waved a hand dismissively as if the answer to the question Julian posed wasn't important, "what did your attacker look like." "We didn't see anything but we were attacked by fire," I responded pointedly. "And ice," came Julian's soft murmur. Thore opened his hand, an orange flame illuminating his palm, "I harness Hellfire. No matter how fast you think you are, the moment you touch it you will burn to ash. Hellfire is the strongest type of fire so it's the only defense a Hellhound needs. No Hellhounds I know can harness water." "I don't trust you."

His face was turning purple. The plant hunter smiled at me. "Watch him die or save yourself. It's your choice." I threw fire at the vines.. They just grew back thicker and stronger. Dante's struggles were getting weaker. "Let him go!" My voice cracked. "Fight me not him!" "Why would I do that?" The plant hunter tilted his head. "Watching you suffer is more fun." Then the third hunter, the fire user stepped forward. His flames were black not orange. They sucked the warmth from the air. My breath came out in clouds.

However, that smile does not last long when I realize what is happening. It is already bright outside as I feel the warmth of the sun surrounds the entirety of the room. However, the golden walls have drained the life out of my entire body when I notice that we are still inside The Passion House. The water sprinkler system turns on but it is not stopping the fire. There are various explosions that we can hear as the fire quickly spreads around the entire hotel. I hold tighter to Harris when the fire appears in front of us like a snake, devouring everything the hotel owns. I also feel Harris’ hold on me get tighter when we see 12 human figures eventually emerge from the fire. Unlike earlier,

Seeing his Alpha receive the onslaught of the flames, Hunter leapt into the air, eyes taking on a deeper shade of blue until it was almost black, and landing on Niquel’s back, pushed him to the floor with him on top. The flames vanished as Niquel’s arms were pressed down by his body, and a scream tore from his throat. Hunter growled, then his eyes went back to Aidan. Breathing heavily, his right arm fell to his side. His clothes have been burned away, and his skin was burnt, blood seeping through the inner layers of skin, the smell of burnt flesh in the air. Then he fell to his back, barely conscious. His right arm slowly returned to its human form, and the greenish orbs in his left hand dis

He’s too busy looking over his shoulder, scoping out the area around us. “You’ve never seen a sprite before, I take it,” Chuck says. I shake my head in amazement. Would Nenee let me touch her? Maybe I shouldn’t. Her wings look fragile. A loud boom shakes the walls around us, and I glance back at the bar. It's on fire, flames pouring out of the windows, smoke rising into the night. "Don't worry about it," Chuck says. "That place is owned by a Silver Hunter." He grins. "I'm happy to see it finally gone."

He'd passed it every time he went back and forth, and this time, his curiosity got the better of him. He squinted in the early morning sunlight. Sawyer "Buzzsaw" Lang. A pair of dates apparently marked the birth and death of a man who'd only reached the age of twenty-five. Angus frowned in thought. "Buzz was Anna's fiancé." Surprised, he turned to find Ross Graves standing beside him. The man nodded sadly at the plaque. "She called him Sawyer, but everybody else always called him Buzz. He was a smokejumper." Ross turned to look at Angus. "A wilderness firefighter," he elaborated with a slight shrug. "He got trapped fighting a huge wildfire and didn't make it out."